We mind not how the sun in the mid-sky Is hastening on; but when the golden orb Strikes the extreme of earth, and when the gulfs Of air and ocean open to receive him, Dampness and gloom invade us: then we think, Ah! thus is it with Youth. Too fast his feet Run on for sight; hour follows hour; fair maid Succeeds fair maid; bright eyes bestar his couch; The cheerful horn awakens him; the feast, The revel, the entangling dance allure, And voices mellower than the Muse's own Heave up his buoyant bosom on their wave. A little while and then .. Ah, Youth! dear Youth! Listen not to my words..but stay with me! When thou art gone, Life may go too; the sigh That follows is for thee, and not for Life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER LEPANTO by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING by ROBERT HERRICK MEMORIAL TO D.C.: 2. PRAYER TO PERSEPHONE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 31 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE BLACK VULTURE by GEORGE STERLING SOME EYES CONDEMN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |